JUST A KID (Five H X Child Reader)

68. GRIEVING

CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT: GRIEVING

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(A year after the universe was reset)

Five was back at the Hotel lobby, he was standing on one of the stars.

"Five" a voice said and he turned towards the voice to see you, but you had blood running down from your mouth and your waist was bleeding badly.

"Why didn't you try and save me?" you asked "I tried" he said "No, you didn't. You promised to give me a happy childhood,a happy life, but you destroyed that" you said "No" he said as tears were in his eyes "It's your fault it all. If you just have being fast enough or more focus, you could have saved me. This is your fault" you said "No" he lightly shook his head.

Then suddenly he was surrounded by more than one you, all of them were bleeding and injured.

"This is your fault" they said "No" he sob.

"You hurt us" they said "I'm so sorry" he sob.

"You killed us"

"No, please, I tried to save you" he said "You were too late. It's your fault"

"Dad, help me"

"Save me, dad"

"Find me"

"Why didn't you help me?"

"Stop" he said as they kept talking.

He put his hands to his ears before falling down on his knees while his eyes were close.

"Why didn't you saved me?"

"Where are you, dad?"

"I need you"

"Find me, dad"

"STOP IT!!!!" he shouted.

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Five woke up with a gasp to see that he was back in his bedroom, he was gasping, sweating and panting. "It was just a nightmare" he looked at the clock on the wall to see that it was the middle of the night. He have not had one good sleep since back at the hotel.

Five got up from his bed before looking around the room.

It has being a year since the hotel and since you, his daughter died in his arms and Five still miss you like hell, he was still in pain.

After spending months looking for you without luck, Five had believe that you were gone.

Every time he slept he would have an wonderful dream of you and him living a happy life together, every night the same dreams. And everytime when he's enjoying it, the dreams changed to a nightmare to you dying in his arms.

Every night the same wonderful dreams about you and him living a happy life together, but every morning, the same nightmare. Him alone in his apartment and without you.

Not a day went by without him thinking about you, his daughter. Images of your constantly crossed his mind. Your face was so angelic-like. You were so naturally beautiful. So cute. Your big, luminous onyx-shade eyes that you would sheepishly car upwards from your thick long lashes to meet his gaze. Lips you tended to nibble on with your teeth, which had your long, waves draped over your shoulders, caressing your soft skin that felt so delicate underneath his fingertrip. The sound of your gently graceful chuckle. He thought of you his daughter when he slept, when he shower, worked. Every minute of his existence, the image of your innocent cute and beautiful face would always someone manage to weave into his dreams. He thought about you every single day.